we spent july in a berkley basement half read books and bold decorations there was so much I didn't believe in them there was you you made me brave, you made me stupid gave me the skin that I could move in
we're going to leave them where they stand leave them where they love... no one cares about the stories they're not in we'll fade out to whispers it's the last days of summer in San Francisco
the kitchen is cold and the tea kettle whistles the J church rolls and rattles our windows there's no nostalgia here its just now, baby now I was a fire that you started of course I knew everything that I wanted
we're going to leave them where they stand leave them where they love... no one cares about the stories they're not in we'll fade out to whispers it's the last days of summer in San Francisco the last days of summer in San Francisco
love... no one cares about the stories they're not in we'll fade out to whispers it's the last days of summer in San Francisco last days of summer in San Francisco
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Album: Last of the Great Pretenders
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